Chapter 991: Chapter 989: Wu-Slaying Sword 3
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
Lin Qi was being carried on the shoulder of a savage burly man who called himself Aman, running beneath the blood moon and the dying sun.
They ran frantically, heading toward Aman's tribe.
Along the way, they seemed to pass through an ancient battlefield.
A great quantity of bare white bones and corpses lay exposed upon the wilderness.
As Aman passed through this ancient battlefield, his footsteps grew very light, but his speed increased.
Even while running, he did not forget to explain things to Lin Qi.
He said that on the night of the full moon, those dead white bones and corpses would return from hell.
Within this ancient battlefield, they would repeat that bloody war from back then.
It was extremely terrifying.
It was one of the forbidden places their tribe was prohibited from entering.
If not for the presence of Lord Reincarnator Lin Qi today, he would definitely have chosen to take a detour of three days and three nights.
On the night of the full moon, the ancient battlefield will see the dead revive?
An idea stirred in Lin Qi's mind, and he used his Primordial Spirit to probe that ancient battlefield.
He could clearly grasp that a vast quantity of death qi, resentment qi, and baleful qi was entangled above the ancient battlefield.
It was so dense and terrifying that it had reversed Yin and Yang above the ancient battlefield, disrupting the order of laws.
That was why the dead would revive on the night of every full moon.
All he could say was, as expected of the Demon Race Cosmos.
That blood moon had clearly been turned into a corpse-nurturing ground akin to a Forbidden Zone for living beings.
Similar places could be seen everywhere on the earth.
Hmm.
If that was the case, then this place was probably not the Heaven Demon Macrocosm.
After all, Undying Wa Huang should not allow so many filthy lands to exist within her Dao ground.
Lin Qi was pondering this.
Suddenly, he felt Aman stop his footsteps, his body trembling.
In the end, Aman even fell to his knees upon the ground with a thud.
His gaze was fixed dead ahead.
Lin Qi followed Aman's gaze and saw a ruin that had been burned by fire.
Originally, it should have been a large tribe capable of housing over a thousand people.
But at this moment, the tribe was full of broken walls and ruins, a scene of utter devastation.
A great quantity of corpses — some dried up, some charred black, some even mutilated beyond recognition — lay strewn across the wilderness.
It was as if they had experienced a cruel massacre.
Such a scene.
Caused Lin Qi to frown involuntarily. He flew into the air, his Primordial Spirit sensing, and could grasp that several hundred li away, a group of Demon Race cultivators was resting.
There was still the smell of blood from slaughter lingering on their bodies.
"Aman's mother, the tribe chief, Aman's little sister!"
Aman wailed, charging into the tribe that had been reduced to ruins, a scene of utter devastation.
The burly man, like a wild bull, was now crying like a child.
Clearly, he could not accept that he had only gone out to hunt, and when he returned, his home was gone, and everyone in the entire tribe had been killed.
No.
Not just killed.
Everyone in the entire tribe seemed to have been drained of blood.
Lin Qi did not rush to pursue and kill that group of Demon Race cultivators.
He had detected the abnormality of these corpses.
Among over a thousand corpses, not half a drop of blood could be gathered.
Not just no blood — it seemed even their souls had been extracted.
Such a cruel slaughter.
Even though Lin Qi had long since witnessed the extinction of Cosmos and supreme power, he still felt somewhat unsettled.
So without hesitation.
He said to the sorrowfully wailing Aman.
"This Venerable has found the murderers."
"Stay here and do not move about. This Venerable will go and return shortly!"
As the words fell.
Lin Qi instantly transformed into a rainbow and departed. A distance of several hundred li was nothing more than a snap of the fingers to him.
He had no intention whatsoever of conversing with this group of Demon Race cultivators.
He struck down a great hand seal from the air, strong and invincible.
With just one palm.
The entire Demon Race squad was beaten back to their original forms, transforming into a pile of birds and beasts, which Lin Qi captured using Heaven and Earth in His Sleeve.
Returning once more to Aman's side.
He extended a hand and flung them out. The pile of birds and beasts, still trembling with shock, scrambled all over the ground.
Lin Qi spoke indifferently.
"They are the demons who slaughtered your tribe."
"Revenge your hatred, settle your grievances."
"They are yours now."
After Lin Qi spoke.
Aman immediately rose with reddened eyes, and without a shred of hesitation picked up a cleaver. The hour of the hunt.
Lin Qi did not pay attention to Aman's revenge.
Demons kill people, so people kill demons.
It was nothing more than an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Lin Qi merely lowered his head to inspect this group of demons' storage bags, wanting to obtain some information about this realm from them.
After all, this group of demons was clearly not wild monsters, but had homes.
Through the items they carried on their persons, he should be able to… hmm.
"What is this?"
From this group of demons' storage bags, Lin Qi discovered a strange item.
It was a small blood-scaled sword that looked somewhat like a keychain.
It appeared to be at least at the level of a high-grade Dharma Treasure.
Given this group of demons' strength, they were completely unworthy of possessing it.
More importantly.
Lin Qi could grasp that this blood-scaled sword, at least at the level of a high-grade Dharma Treasure, was not complete.
It seemed to be merely a small portion of some higher-level Dharma Treasure.
Just a small portion alone could possess the level of a high-grade Dharma Treasure.
Then the complete blood-scaled sword was probably a Post-Heaven Spirit Treasure?
Even though a single Post-Heaven Spirit Treasure meant nothing to Lin Qi now.
But for it to appear on a group of minor demons who did not even have the Golden Core Realm was truly unreasonable.
Surely there wasn't a fortune-favored protagonist among this group of demons.
After all, in a cosmos controlled by the Demon Race, a treasure like a Post-Heaven Spirit Treasure — even just a fragment — had an owner.
Lin Qi did not believe some minor demon had gotten lucky and obtained it.
In a cosmos controlled by the Demon Race, even luck was controlled.
So was he a fated treasure-delivering boy? Or truly a protagonist blessed with fortune?
Lin Qi looked at the group of demons, beaten back to their original forms by him, being chased and hacked by Aman, and coughed once, about to have Aman stop for a moment and allow him to ask about the owner and origin of this blood-scaled sword.
But he never expected that when Aman turned his head and saw the blood-scaled sword held up in Lin Qi's hand.
Aman, who was already furious like a red-eyed bull, became even more grief-stricken, letting out a beast-like roar.
"AH!"
"Wu-Slaying Sword!"
"You damned demons, you actually killed my mother, my little sister and the others to refine the Wu-Slaying Sword!"
"AH, all of you deserve death!"
Aman went completely mad. He no longer even used the knife in his hand.
He grabbed a demon and pounced on it, directly tearing at it with his teeth.
It was as if only this most savage, most primal method of killing this group of demons could vent the hatred in his heart.
And Lin Qi, who had originally been merely curious as to why this group of minor demons possessed a blood-scaled sword suspected to be part of a Post-Heaven Spirit Treasure.
After hearing Aman blurt out "Wu-Slaying Sword."
Lin Qi's pupils involuntarily constricted.
"Wu-Slaying Sword?"
"Could it be the Wu-Slaying Sword that This Venerable knows of?"
In the legendary Primordial World.
Before the Investiture of the Gods, there had once been a War of Wu and Yao.
At that time, the Demon Race, who held dominion over heaven and earth, in order to defeat the Twelve Ancestral Wu transformed from Pangu's essence blood.
Therefore slaughtered the Human Race on a massive scale in the Human Realm, to refine a Wu-Slaying Sword, to slay the Twelve Ancestral Wu.
This legendary tale may have truly occurred within the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm, in that ancient era that reenacted the Primordial World.
But that was all a matter of billions of years ago.
In the present era, in this cosmos controlled by the Demon Race.
How could the Demon Race slaughter the Human Race to refine a Wu-Slaying Sword specifically targeting the Wu Race?
Could it be that within this realm's cosmos, there were still Twelve Ancestral Wu?
Hmm, wait.
Aman seemed to have indeed mentioned Wu Priests before, right?